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They find the first of the three sisters at the break for the Eramosa, sitting cross legged on a patch of grass next to the river. As they approach her she looks up at them with an expression of depraved

Hello, and welcome to the Chapter list for the Second Act of my ongoing serialized freewrite, with links including the chapter images illustrated by the author (me). The story is slated to consist of three

Welcome to the first chapter of "The Storm", an ongoing serialized novella I've written, based upon my own original instrumental song of the same name. You can listen to the song in the imbed

Into the nothing, the snake had said. And so it goes, at first, just a long grey hallway towards... well, nothing, from what he could see. Simon wonders if he should turn back, but then would the snake

He sees them out front of the house, gathered on the lawn. After being alerted to their presence, he'd instructed Charlotte to take Cindy to the safe room. "Daddy?" Cindy had said. "Where

He raises the plaid jacket from the chest and holds it up before him. A familiar laugh rises from behind his shoulder. "Hey there Herb Tarlek!" Charlotte giggles, kneeling down next to him and

The attic of the Living Church is immense, it's ceiling a mutilevelled web of criss crossing wooden beams forming an vast curving arch overhead, like a shadowy cathedral ceiling. Patterns of sunlight filter

He holds his neck and pouts. "You think it's funny that I'm in pain like this?" The Deer Woman stands up and looks him in the eye, holds the look for a moment, then rolls up her left sleeve.

As he enters the Living Church he is immediately greeted by the smell of fried chicken. It takes him a few seconds for his eyes to adjust to the darkness within the Church, after the white mist and snow

My name is Misho I started working on YouTube four months ago and I hope that my dream and my dream never stop. I wish to plant my best in YouTube and in stemmit in order to get viewers, fans and interactors.

He sits in the shadows of the passenger hold and wonders how he has even gotten into this situation. The Captain and his parrot had dealt him quite a jolt with their animosity, seeming over the top indeed

If he thinks that the Polly the parrot's response to him is harsh, that's nothing compared to Captain Jerry. The man stares him in the eye with all the murderous intent of a starving wolf. "Let me

Calling All Curators and Contributors to APPLY NOW!! This post is to inform everyone that 🌱to💰- Growing Money In Your Yard Series has a discord to help organize, enhance, and expand this series! I had

Because the dock is too small, the ferry does not lock itself in the normal fashion, instead pulling up beside the dock and lowering a ladder across. Just as he is about to board, he feels the weight of

The Dock Master is a minotaur. Atop his bull's head he wears a wool knit cap, with horns protruding from either side. He stands with his back straight; the bearing of authority, and his hands are thrust

Earlier he'd been wondering whether there was any sun down here. And now he's got his answer. After leaving the hut, the tortoise had accompanied him back to the beach, and the dock. As they'd made there

The tortoise leads him from the beach and up a path through the jungle, eventually coming to a large grass hut. With a motion of it's head the tortoise instructs him to go inside. He bends down to move

As he stumbles out of the jungle onto the beach the tang of salt air pierces his nostrils. Salt air? How could there be a salt ocean down here? And how could there be bright sunlight from behind cumulous

At first he thinks it's just the platform beneath his feet that's moving, set loose from the cavern wall by his weight. But then when he notices the dirt and rocks falling from overhead, he realizes that